[Intro]
It’s whatever with whoever
Always whatever with whoever
That’s how I’m on it all day, every day
That’s how I’m on it all day, every day
We can do a whatever whenever
We can do a whatever whenever
That’s how I’m on it all day, every day
That’s how I’m on it all day, every day

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
I got my city filling like it’s 9-5
Filling good, like in before Biggy Dog
All through the night’s road
I get from the biggy vibe
I tweeted that shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their bros back
Beef with DJs like
Damn get the love back
The DJ like homey with the hit set
That shit you sent me was whack
I can’t spin that
Instead of making better music
Niggers get offended
They jump on the south beat
Cause the south winning
Didn’t they get man when they all crap y’all
Like that shit would’ve worked if I was Rocko
All that shit would’ve worked if I was 2Chainz
And what up but you are not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a new dark nigger homey
That’s that
Now let’s get back to that boom back

[Hook]
New York City
It’s the way that we block
Let’s get back on that city
New York City
It’s the way that we block
Let’s get back on that city
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New York

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Ain’t no place like home
But the radio got me thinking
I’m in the A
Do and not go in the A
I feel like I’m in the A
New York niggers don’t getting no radio play
To my saying
What the fuck did that nigger just say?
Only dark nigger they play
Outta town is Jay
That be sounding
Like that real old New York City
All that same old bell
Making me nauseous
New York I don’t know when it happened
But we representing the trends decapitating
It’s like we losing our identity
I hope niggers is feeding off of my energy
We need a new DMX
Not a new Waka Flocka
I’m talking that shit like
When B.I.G drop who shot ya
I’m starting some shit like When B.I.G drop who shot ya
If you decide to live
Don’t tell police who shot ya

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
I funk UUEEMS
When niggers chasing
Cheese cake like EMS
My niggers ain’t playing games
This ain’t recess
Wet T-Shirt contest
Lia chia wet
For that Jesus piece hanging off your neck
Life in the game over
Ain’t no reset
Youngers coming blind over here
Don’t what the wrong said
Drop a bomb like I’m Funk Flex
I’m connected out in Brooklyn like the Nets
Head back then got now
Fuck next
Up in the bronx cause we souse rendezvous
Man head coming with the OJ view smoking Malibu kush
Clean dudes better keep push like when i open -40
Bet queeze give me all 40
On west side merit got the tows
Death to the cowards
See your bitch get pussy ramped
Through that whole damn mouth

[Hook]

[Verse: Vado]
A while back
Messing wild cat
Fly cat, you know I didn’t supply that
I’m from where kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they still carrying
Keep the nine same back they carrying
Used to rock base, that was easy rock
Cooked it up and hand the plate to a greedy block
Back when Mace was the face on the TV box
All the world’s diplomats was the team to watch
This young can MC really lived this
I EMP the MD, strictly business
JAL Mike Saw was doing business
Kept nights on it
Gripping the Biscuits
But this with ever, but whatever
New York City get busy when we’re together

[Outro]
New York City
It’s the way that we block
Let’s get back on that city
New York City
It’s the way that we block
Let’s get back on that city
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
New York